She mistrusted me from the moment I stayed out all night without calling.

She suspected me from the moment I recovered.

She tended to me from the moment I was diagnosed.

She avoided me from the moment he stopped breathing.

She needed me from the moment he went into the hospital.

She saw my eyes in him from the moment we welcomed our son.

She supported me from the moment we combined our accounts.

She encouraged me from the moment I decided to follow my dream.

She stood by me from the moment we tied the knot.

She adored me from the moment we set the date.

She desired me from the moment we touched.

She understood me from the moment we talked.

She loved me forever from the moment we met.

Davis Slater writes in Portland. His work has appeared in The Masters Review, Revolt Daily, and The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature. His novel Selling Sin at the Hoot-Possum Auction will be published in 2014.